>daddy left to go to work
>he left you alone today
>normally you're pretty scared to be alone, but it's time to show those meanie house monsters who's boss
>you grab your blanket and throw it over you like a cloak
>the monsters won't be able to see you now
>you patrol around the main floor
>there aren't any signs of a monster near by
>you take a few steps into the kitchen, slowly
>not because you're afraid or anything
>you just want to...catch them by surprise
>you look into the kitchen
>there's some leftover oatmeal from breakfast
>your hunger overwhelms you and you forget all about the monsters
>daddy forgot to leave any lunch for you today
>you jump for the pot of oatmeal
>it's too high
>what should you do?
>wait, you have an idea
>you grab as many things as you can
>nothing in particular, just all sorts of objects
>you pile them on top of each other to make stairs
>daddy told you about stairs
>you step on them and you can go up or down
>you think you want to go up
>eventually you have a very unstable pile of blocks, pillows, cushions, blankets, and other random things
>you even managed to push a chair over, after about fifteen minutes of using all your strength
>you climb your stairs
>they wobble, and you almost fall over
>you're scared, but you have to keep going
>you need that oatmeal
>you're standing on the chair now
>so close to that oatmeal
>you just need to
>reach
>a bit
>further
>your teeth find the handle of the pot
>you lose your balance, and the stairs, oatmeal, and you all come tumbling down
>the oatmeal is cold and wet
>you don't like it
>your eyes fill up with tears
>that fall hurt, there's cold oatmeal everywhere, you won't have anything to eat, and daddy's gonna be mad
>you start crying
>everything always goes wrong
>first it started when you tried to make daddy a birthday cake and you fell in the batter
>and then there was the time you knocked over the TV when you tried to fix it
>and now this
>all you have left to do is wait for daddy to come home
>suddenly, you hear the front door opening
>oh no no no no
>daddy shouldn't be home yet
>you won't have time to clean up the mess
>daddy calls out for you
>you don't respond, you just start licking up the oatmeal
>it's yucky when it's cold, but you have to get rid of it somehow
>daddy calls your name again, louder this time
>you start panicking
>"Hey, are you home? The boss let me off early today, so I brought some food from that new Italian plac-"
>daddy walks in the kitchen, carrying a bag full of good smelling nummies
>he's just staring at you
>you look away, you can't look him in the eyes
>daddy starts making a booming noise
>it's really scary
>but it sounds almost happy
>you look up and see daddy laughing uncontrollably
>"D-d-did you t-try to get the oatmeal?"
>you nod, nervously
>he laughs some more
>daddy picks you up and carries you to the bathroom
>"Come on, we've gotta get you cleaned up."
>daddy gives you a nice bath and gives you sketties after
>he even lets you help put the oatmeal covered stuff in the washing machine
>you have the best daddy in the world